Okay I know that I've begged and pleaded before about my need for assistance in finding a job, but this time I have REALLY done some work and I am on my way to finding a PAID internship sponsored by the Canadian Government, but I need a resume. I cannot for the life of me come up with a decent resume. I know that you can hire people to do your resume for you, but where do you find these wizards? How do you know if they're good? Seriously I need to get this all figured out so that I can actually get my life back on track, so any help would be much appreciated! Thanks!

Le boyfriend and I got in two actual fights (stress, she's a powerful beast)

Mme Renard has now made a habit of calling me and yelling at me after I leave work every day.

My cousin A, who lives in Paris with me has Celiac's Disease (I don't know how to spell that)and is going home soon.

Baby R has started talking! (he says "chat" which means cat... unfortunately he seems to think that dogs are cats...)

It has been HOT like 29 degrees C (about 90 degrees F) and it's only May!

I have changed jobs AGAIN within the tour company and am now their Expansion and Sales Manager.

I feel like all I ever do on this blog is bitch and whine and I feel badly about that. My life sadly is not that interesting and I do not have much else to write. Plus I don't really like talking too much about my feelings etc in real life andI find it easier to write stuff down rather than verbalize it!

Okay so first of all my vacation was AMAZING! But I am not going to blog about that today.

Today I am going to blog about a weird thing that happened to me while riding the metro to le boyfriend's house. However I must give you a little background before I explain it.

My cousin P died about 5 years ago tragically of cancer. She was in her late 30's and was probably one of the single biggest role models I have had in my life (although she never knew it, I was always a little bit intimidated to talk to her because I held her in such high regard.) The cancer was diagnosed about a month after her wedding and she died almost a year to the day later. I still remember the exact moment I found out that she died. Anyway I could write a novel about all the things that made her great, but I am not going to because even after I wrote the novel you still wouldn't have an idea of the person she was. (I could say the same about almost anyone in my family dead or alive. As I have mentioned …